Manic is the Dark Night: Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL Author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom

Manic is the Dark Night By Michael Lee Johnson Deep into the forest the trees have turned black, and the sun has disappeared in the distance beneath the earth line, leaving the sky a palette of grays sheltering the pine trees with pitch-tar shadows. It is here in this black and sky gray the mind turns psycho tosses norms and pathos into a ground cellar of hell, tosses words out through the teeth. “Don’t smile or act funny, try to be cute with me; how can I help you today out of your depression?” I feel jubilant, I feel over the moon with euphoric gaiety. Damn I just feel happy! Back into the wood of somberness back into the twigs, sedated the psychiatrist scribbles, notes, nonsense on a pad of yellow paper: “mania, oh yes, mania, I prescribe lithium, do I need to call the police?” No sir, back into the dark woods I go. Controlled, to get my meds. I twist and rearrange my smile, crooked, to fit the immediate need. Deep in my forest the trees have turned black again, to satisfy the conveyer-- the Lord of the dark wood. -2007- Submit your poems to this internation published poet: Additional poetry sites, all accepting submissions, by Michael Lee Johnson: http://birdsbywindow.blogspot.com/ http://www.poetriclegacy.mysite.com/ http://atendertouch.blogspot.com/ http://wizardsofthewind.blogspot.com/ EDITOR: Michael Lee Johnson, Author of: The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-46091-7 Author’s website: http://poetryman.mysite.com/